Acting like a steelhead, the trout yanked our son’s rod down and headed for the other side of the lake, stopping to perform a double somersault before falling back into the water, before changing directions and heading for a submerged stump near shore. Wade, our younger son (now 22), held his rod high and steered the torpedo-acting fish away from the bark-covered obstacle.

Wanting to arrive at our favorite mountain lake early, we’d left home just before 4 a.m. The birds were still chirping when we arrived at the Forest Service campground, launched our boat, and parked after placing a Forest Service, Discovery, and Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife parking pass on the dashboard of my truck. The boat launch was empty, which surprised us considering the number of trout lurking, we knew, under the water’s glassy surface.